ToonyMan's Wraith
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I've been awakened. I was just about to bite into my cow cheese barbeque when it hit me. Why am I here? What's my purpose. All I do is eat, drink, and sleep! There is no job for me. Today, was different. When I bit into my cheese I was told to lead. Are they insane! Do they know what happens if you let ToonyMan lead? Madness, but tommorow I will find out if I can stay....normal.
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1st Granite, 207, Early-Spring:
I slept in. I feel confused. Welp, I guess I'll go on my way.
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5th Granite, 207, Early-Spring:
Just getting my bearings on the situation, I feel drunk more than ussual. Our food looks fine.
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10th Granite, 207, Early-Spring:
I heard screaming outside. *yawn*
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28th Granite, 207, Early-Spring:
What happened to that guy? I don't remember him looking like that. Oh! I almost forgot I'm making a giant tower for myself..TO UNITE THE JOGGERS OF THE WORLD!!
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8th Slate, 207, Mid-Spring:
QUIT DIEING AND BUILD MY TOWER!!
*note Everybody I see is missing a right eye for some reason and they hate me! Must loooook into this.
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16th Slate, 207, Mid-Spring:
"HEY JELWER, WHY IS EVERYBODY I SEND UP HERE DIEING? WE ALREADY LOST 5 DWARVES!"
"Get you head down! We're being shot at by that ambush party!"
"Oh..."
"Why did you send us to get ourselfs killed!"
"Umm...for the feet.
"THAT'S IT I'M DONE!"
Hah! That jewler is joke. Who does he think he is? Leadeer? HAHA! I'll show them.
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26th Slate, 207, Mid-Spring:
HELLO! That's the good news. The bad news is that I can't get our project going until the 50 bowmen leave.
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1st Hematite, 207, Early-Summer:
I screwed up bad.
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Agh. Sorry if I killed one of your guys by accident. I had no clue they could shoot from so far away, I thought at first they were all ready injuried until...well. They keep coming too. Cming and COming Cmoing!!